Chapter 3 - Effects Of The Love Bird

Don't you just love the sound of ocean waves? How they are able to create a violent but calm sound. I am a huge fan of nature because it makes feel much closer to God which gives me a lot of peace.

I can remember the days I used to walk with Steven down the beach and had actual fun. Now, however, I'm strolling alone at the island's beach while the water tries to comfort me.

Mother and I finished our breakfast hours ago and ever since, I have been visiting some known spots that are of good attraction! I came across this known restaurant that does not serve small fancy portions of food. Which is why I ate a very large pizza. It almost covered the whole of my table. I had to pay myself back for all those food I refused just so that I can fit into my wedding gown.

With the sun setting, I walk back to the hotel with a very calm soul. The receptionist greets me warmly and hands me a a rectangular small box and roses that came while I was out. Reaching for the card, my heart dances at the sight of the handwriting.

I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me🖤 - Steven

Unable to hide the blush on my face, I run up the long stairs and straight into the suite. My body lands onto the bed as my eyes scan the words on the card over and over again. Picking up my phone, I decide to call him.

"Hey babe." His charming voice fill my left ear.

"Hey, I got the roses and gift." I say excitedly.

"Well do you like the gift?"

"I haven't opened it yet. I wanted to open it while listening to your voice." I bite my thumb and a small blush creeps to my face.

"Well go ahead. It's just a token to show you how sorry I am for making you agree to this mess."

"We will talk about that when you get back." I reach for the box and open it slowly, only to have my eyes hit with a very expensive diamond necklace. "Ah...Steven?"

"Yeah, do you like it? I bought it the exact moment I laid my eyes on it. I knew it would look perfectly on you plus considering the fact that you rarely wear necklaces."

I do like it but there is one slight problem, "don't you remember that my neck reacts insensitively to necklaces? Which means I never wear them."

"It not fake Aria. It won't do anything to your flawless skin."

"I know it's expensive but that won't stop my neck from getting an irritation!" I feel my voice once again getting louder. Stupidity clothes me for actually believing for a moment that things were going back to normal. For forgetting what he did.

"Well what do you want to do with it now?" He asks, very irritated.

"I don't know but I sure know that I'm not going to wear it. And buying me things won't just make all of this mess disappear!" I scream into the phone and drop the call immediately.

"Hand it to Steven for being so good at making me frustrated." I let out a large groan and blow the hair from my face in a lot of frustration.

Looking at the necklace once again, I close the box and put it on the table. I take a shower and get into some comfy clothes and decide to now explore the hotel.

Turns out that there are a lot of fun activities going on in the hotel. I found myself in the photography activity which is quiet great. We were asked to capture the island's rare multicolored bird that is believed to bring true love to those that set their eyes upon it. It is also believed that nighttime is the time that it is most likely to be found. So here I am turning the hotel upside down trying to find a bird. But currently I'm in a room that the manager never bothered to tell us about. It has a very very beautiful view and is surrounded by trees which might attract the bird.

"What are you doing here?" A very annoying voice that I thought had left the earth asks.

"None of your business Blake." I focus on trying to spot the bird.

"Well it is since you're standing in my room."

Maintaining a good posture, I look at Blake. "Your room?" Looking closely at everything - the glass stairs leading up stairs maybe to the bedroom, the door slightly opened leading to a huge kitchen, the large pool just outside and the beautiful couch covered with papers and a set of chairs and table that also has papers and a laptop on it. Yeah this does look like someone's room. "How come you get to have such an amazing room?"

"I have money duh." He rolls his eyes and walks towards me. "You still haven't answered my question."

"Well, I thought this was one of those places that guests could visit plus the door was open so I let myself in with the hopes of getting a shot of something." I smile at him and continue to look for the bird.

"Well, I would like you to leave. This is one place that is free from you so please LEAVE."

"Do you have a personality disorder?" I ask, my eyes not bothering to look at him.

"What?"

"Do you have a personality disorder? I mean yesterday you were looking and speaking to me in a different manner to how you are speaking to me now so I was wondering if you have a personality disorder."

"I don't." He, says and steps closer to me only to turn me around and pin me against the wall. "Since we are playing twenty questions, I have a question for you."

Being this close to him gives me access to take in his face features clearly - a perfectly shaped hard jawline, medium-sized plump pink lips, thick but nice eyebrows and small eyelashes. Before I could move to his eyes, Blake snaps his fingers pulling me out of my creepy zone.

"What?" I ask dumbfounded.

He stares at me for a while and a smirk appears on his face, "why are you still with Steven?"

"Ahhhh, what?"

I was not expecting that. And why is he curious on why I'm still with Steven huh? It's none of his business.

Before I could open my mouth to answer him, a chippy sound coming from neither Blake and I is heard. Turning my head to the left, I see the most exquisite being ever! The different colors of white, pink, yellow, black, orange, dark blue and others which blend in together so perfectly are all on the bird. It has a short multicolored tail and a long orange beak that compliments its black eyes with brown circles on them.

"Ahhhhhhh!" I squeak in excitement, pushing Blake away and grab hold of the camera given to me that was on my neck and take numerous pictures of the amazing bird before me. Not paying attention to my surroundings, my right foot collides with a metallic box while walking towards the balcony where the bird was.

I lose my balance and my arms fly into the air releasing the camera from my hold. Reacting to his reflex action, Blake moves rapidly from his spot, putting his left leg under my back while also putting his other leg between my legs and wraps his huge arms around my waist while my flying arms land on his shoulders and hold on tightly. The atmosphere seems to change and although I don't want to admit it but there is an electric rush moving down from where his hand is to every other part of my body. My eyes meet his and with the full moon acting as our source of light, I finally see how beautiful his eyes are.

I always thought brown was just basic but now looking into Blake's eyes, I see more than that. They instantly remind me of hot chocolate - it has an ordinary appearance but with an amazing pull and taste.

Our gaze is interrupted by the chipping sound of the bird again and looking at it, it tilts its head at Blake and I, chips again and flies off.

Blake moves back and pulls me back to my feet.

"Thanks for uhm...you know." I point at the spot we were just at, "I will go to my room now." Before he could reply back, I pick up the camera and sprint out of his room and to mine without slowing down.

The moment I enter, I slam the door behind me and slip onto the floor.

"What just happened?"

Holding the camera, I check the pictures and as expected, they are exquisite - I took photography classes during my university days and have been pursuing it whenever I was not busy. Scrolling through the pictures, my thumb gets stuck when I reach the last picture. Tilting my head I see how well captured Blake and I were. So when the camera hit the floor, it took a shot and it just happened to be when we were in that crazy and confusing position - the floor is a much better photographer.

Moving from the floor, I take out my laptop and transfer the pictures to it. I obviously erase the one of Blake and I from the camera, we wouldn't want the hotel getting hold of this when I submit the bird photos.

Looking back at the picture now on a larger view - my laptop - and the gift of a necklace on my table, the question I got asked a few minutes ago strolls back into my head but this time I ask myself,

Why am I still with Steven?